I don't know how long it took, Roger suffered repeatedly in the abyss of pain, and at this moment, he even wished that he could die immediately.

Eventually, the effects of the potion of pain were over, and he struggled to get up, but after several attempts, he couldn't control his body.

The potion completely destroyed the muscle fibers, and at this time, the pain in his body was far greater than the effect of any previous exercise, and he might have fainted before.

But there is no harm without contrast.

Compared to the situation just now, this is already extremely mild.

It took more than ten minutes for him to climb onto the small bed not far away, unload the last bit of defense in his heart, and didn't care about timing the alarm clock, his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up, it was already dark outside, and Roger was startled and slammed himself up from the bed.

"My power?"

He was stunned, the strength in his body had increased explosively, and Roger couldn't help but shiver when he saw the test tube on the ground.

He really didn't want to experience that feeling of life being worse than death.

"How is it possible that someone can make precise movements after taking a pain potion?"

It's terrifying to think about, what a strong spirit and control of the body can do.

Now he is not to say that he is making general swordsmanship moves, even if he moves normally, life is worse than death.

"Am I getting something wrong?"

"It's too scary for a novice, isn't it?"

Roger wasn't much of a tough guy, but he didn't think the pain he endured last night was just an appetizer.

"It's a concentration potion!"

He slammed his thigh.

The effect of the concentration potion amplifies his physical perception and mental concentration, which acts as a catalyst to amplify the sensation of pain countless times.

"If you don't die, you won't die."

"Next time, would you like to test the effect of just taking the Pain Potion?"

"Let's go another day......"

Roger thought with trepidation.

Looking at the time, it is estimated that it is close to seven o'clock outside, and after going back, it is inevitable that you will be complained.

Shaking his head helplessly, Roger hurriedly packed up all kinds of instruments, changed his clothes, and hurried home.

Nothing happened on the road, he had a lot of energy, his speed was obviously much faster, and the effect of the pain potion was indeed remarkable.

But the cost is also enormous.

Maybe this is the inevitable result of quickly breaking the physical state.

The growth of power is a slow process, and through alchemy, Roger quickly crossed this accumulation process, but he also paid a heavy price.

After a whole night in the car, the red-faced man who woke up felt extremely tired, but at this moment, he saw Roger running leisurely from a distance.

"When did this kid get out?"

The red-faced man's face changed suddenly, "Could it be that this kid has already discovered me?" ”

"An average high school student, how is this possible?"

To Roger's relief, before dawn, Andreine went out early, and he was not asked to be questioned, but Amanda didn't look so happy.

In her opinion, this is a bad act of the allies acting secretly behind their backs.

"Where have you been?"

While eating, Amanda asked in a whisper.

"I suspected someone was following me, so I experimented cautiously."

"What?"

Amanda's face changed, and she was successfully attracted to Roger's attention.

This is also what Roger wants to reveal to Amanda after careful consideration, and it is naturally inconvenient for him to say about Ivy, but he really needs to give Amanda a reminder.

From all indications, this three holy spirits may not be good men and women, and when the time comes, they will not find a breakthrough point here, and they may attack the people around them.

For the time being, however, this is not going to happen.

With a sense of crisis, Roger quietly touched the pain potion in his pocket, and if he wanted to become stronger, he naturally had to bear the pain that matched it.

After eating, Amanda and Jack go to school, and Roger is left home alone, when he notices a new hint on the notice board in his head.

General Swordsmanship LV1: If you have mastered the basic moves of swordsmanship, you can complete the corresponding cultivation independently, insist on training, and you may be able to comprehend the essence of it after reaching a certain level.

Elven Short Knife LV1: Combining elegance and killing, taking into account physical cultivation and certain fighting skills, your mastery of the short knife is far beyond that of normal people.

"There is even a corresponding level?"

Roger was stunned in his heart, the Nilfgaard Body Strengthening Technique he had cultivated before had never had a similar prompt, I don't know if it was because the level was too low or it was relatively simple.

In fact, the two swordsmanship that Roger is practicing now can only be regarded as a kind of practice, not a real fighting skill, the elf short sword technique is slightly better, and the general sword technique has almost no actual combat moves.

It can only allow cultivators to temper their own strength and strengthen their physique.

It seems that until you become a true demon hunter, skill doesn't matter.

If you think about it, there is indeed some truth to it.

It's like when playing a game, there are no skill points in the early stage, and there is no harm in increasing the output of the stack power.

Instead of taking the concentration potion, Roger diluted the pain elixir and drank it, and began to exercise in the room.

Compared to last night, Roger took the initiative to dilute the effect of the medicine again, and the pain was indeed greatly reduced, but it was almost to the limit of his own bearing.

The pain potion itself has a partial regenerative function, but Roger has always maintained his cultivation, and his body's recovery can't keep up at all.

He gritted his teeth and exercised frantically as long as his body could still move.

In this way, the whole day passed silently, and the night was lying in bed, the severe pain kept him awake, and the GM that had been parked on the side of the street disappeared.

Roger's heart sank, and some bad thoughts were born in his heart.

"What if the other party forcibly breaks in during the day when there is no one at home?"

This thought came to his mind, and his sleepiness disappeared completely.

"No, I can't wait like this any longer, I have to take the initiative, at least I need to know the strength of the other party!"

The next day, after Andleine had left, he rode to the center of the town, bought what he needed, and ran into Greg on the way, and his heart moved, and he walked up to Greg and whispered something.

It didn't take long for Greg, who had a big shoulder and a round waist, to walk in the direction pointed by Roger, where the red-faced man hiding in the car changed his face.

When he finally finished dealing with Greg and raised his head again, there was still Roger around.

As the sun sets, Roger returns home on time, and during the conversation, Roger notices Andreine's undisguised dislike for the so-called lawyer sent by Ivy.

After eating, he went to bed early.

At midnight, Roger got up and changed into black, jumped down the window, and made no secret of his tracks, and hurried straight into the woods.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

The hunt began.